The room went silent at Kaylee's question, every pair of eyes snapping toward her.
Kadeem recovered first, his smirk sliding into place. "She's a nobody. Just our cousin who's out of the country."
Kaylee's frown deepened. "Cousin? The last time I checked, your parents are only children. So what cousin are you talking about?"
Kadin jumped in quickly, a little too sharp. "She's… our relative. Distant, that's all."
Kaylee's gaze narrowed, suspicion flickering in her eyes. "Relative," she repeated slowly, tasting the word.
Christiana's voice cut in smoothly before Kaylee could press further. "She's my aunt's granddaughter. The family tree is more twisted than you realize. Not someone worth worrying about."
The explanation sounded practiced, firm, as though daring Kaylee to challenge it.
But Kayden said nothing. He sat in silence, calm and expressionless, neither confirming nor denying the story.
Kaylee's eyes lingered on him for a heartbeat, searching, but his unreadable calm gave nothing away.
Before she could press again, Kaden leaned forward with a grin, his voice playful. "Forget all that. Look at you—wearing my shirt like it's a gown. It almost swallows you whole."
The brothers seized the distraction instantly.
Kadeem laughed. "Yeah, look at her—tiny little thief, drowning in clothes she didn't earn the right to steal."
Kadin chimed in, grinning. "She looks like a kid lost in her dad's closet."
Kayden's voice was the only one missing, but his silence didn't matter now—the teasing had drowned everything else out.
Kaylee glanced down at the oversized black button-down brushing her knees. Her face heated, and she crossed her arms stubbornly. "You're all idiots."
Laughter filled the room, playful and relentless, the earlier question buried beneath it.
Still, deep in her chest, Kaylee felt it—the sense that something wasn't being told.
Kadeem tugged at the hem of the shirt with a grin. "You sure you didn't steal this on purpose? Bet you love swimming in our clothes."
Kadin snorted. "On purpose? Please. She looks like a kid playing dress-up. If we let her walk around like this, people will think she raided our closet and got lost in the fabric."
Kaden tilted his head, teasing. "Or maybe she just wants us looking at her. Wearing it like this is practically begging for attention."
Kaylee's cheeks burned hotter, and she tried to swat Kadeem's hand away. Laughter rolled between them—until Kayden finally moved.
The quietest of them all stretched out a finger and crooked it toward her. His voice was low, commanding. "Come here."
Kaylee froze, but her feet betrayed her. She walked up to him, caught in his calm gravity.
Kayden's eyes dropped to the shirt, then back to her. "What are you wearing underneath this?"
Her lips parted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Nothing."
A slow, knowing smirk curved at his mouth. "Ohh… no wonder. The ass is bouncing way too much. Don't tell me you walked all the way here like this and let the bodyguards see what's ours."
Kaylee's face flamed scarlet. "No—I used the elevator."
Kayden leaned back, satisfied, his smirk cutting deep. "Good. Because next time, we won't let you out of the room dressed like this."
The others burst into fresh laughter, piling on more jokes, while Kaylee covered her face with both hands.
From the corner, one of the mothers chuckled. "You boys will bully this poor girl to death one day."
Another added, shaking her head but smiling, "Poor? Look at her. She's eating up every bit of this attention, even if she pretends otherwise."
Kaylee groaned into her palms. "I am not!"
Another tilted her head toward Kayden, smirking. "And you—quiet, innocent Kayden—look at you turning into the boldest of them all."
Kaylee's eyes flew wide, her cheeks flaming. "Don't encourage him!"
Kadeem laughed so hard he almost choked. "Hear that? Even the moms noticed. Our silent saint finally showed his true colors."
Kadin clutched his chest dramatically. "She's doomed now. If Kayden starts teasing, there's no saving her."
The mothers exchanged knowing glances, their laughter light but loaded, as if they already understood what Kaylee refused to admit.
Kaylee tugged at the oversized shirt, wishing it would swallow her whole. "I hate all of you."
Kayden just leaned back, smirk lingering, his silence somehow louder than their noise.
And though the teasing drowned out her earlier question, the thought lingered, sharp and unshaken: They're hiding something.
The mothers' laughter lingered as the brothers finally rose to their feet.
"We'll take her from here," Kadeem said smoothly, already reaching for Kaylee's hand.
Kaylee narrowed her eyes. "If you think I'm following you to the bedroom, you're insane."
Kadeem raised a brow, smirking. "And why not? Afraid of being alone with us?"
Kaylee shot him a look. "Because I'm tired. Every time I go to the bedroom with you guys, you make sure I leave exhausted."
Christiana gasped dramatically, clutching Elizabeth's arm. "Oh my goodness! Don't tell me you boys are actually having s*x with this young lady." She tapped her friend's hand. "Remind me, what's it called again? Gang… what?"
Elizabeth chuckled, answering smoothly, "Gangbanging."
The two women burst into laughter.
"Can you just shut up about that, Mom? You'll make her uncomfortable," Kadin snapped, eyes narrowing at Christiana.
Kaden smirked, shaking his head. "Stop imagining things like a kid, Mom." His voice was light, but there was a firm edge underneath.
Kadeem leaned back with a sly grin. "Let her be—she's just jealous of our princess."
Kayden's calm voice slid in last, cutting through their laughter. "And for your information, we haven't done what you're daydreaming about."
Kaden bent close to Kaylee, lips nearly brushing her ear, and whispered with a wicked grin:
"Who said anything about the bedroom?"
Kaylee curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow as if it could shield her. The boys spread out around her, but their eyes never left her—not even for a second.
Kadeem was the first to break the silence, his smirk dangerous. "So… tell us, princess. How are you feeling after what happened this afternoon ?"
Her head shot up. "W–what?"
Kadin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You know exactly what we mean. After what happened in the bedroom… before you finally knocked out." His voice dropped, husky, deliberate.
Kaylee's cheeks heated instantly. "I–I'm fine. Just… tired."
Kaden laughed low in his throat. "Tired? That's all you've got to say? We wore you out, and all you can give us is 'tired'?"
Kayden finally spoke, his tone quiet but sharper than the rest. "You were loud, Kaylee."
Her face went crimson. "I was not!"
Three voices answered at once, perfectly timed, as if rehearsed: "You were."
Laughter exploded in the room.
Kadeem's eyes gleamed with wicked delight. "You should've heard yourself, baby. Those sexy little moans… they'd drive anyone insane. Lucky for you, only we get to hear them."
Kadin grinned. "She even tried to bury her face in the pillow like that would help."
"And failed miserably," Kaden added, chuckling.
Kaylee groaned, burying her face in the actual pillow she held. "I hate all of you."
Kadeem leaned close, whispering against her ear. "Say that again with the same voice you used last night. I dare you."
She smacked him with the pillow, earning another round of chaotic laughter.
Kadin's eyes darkened as they swept over her. "This is exactly why we can't stop. Look at her. Wide hips, that tiny waist, the perfect curve of her stomach—flat, smooth, teasing us every time she breathes."
Kadeem snapped his fingers, grinning. "Don't forget the ass. Big, round, soft enough to drive a man insane. Princess, you don't even try, and still we're losing our minds."
Kaylee gasped, clutching the pillow tighter. "Don't say that!"
Kaden stretched lazily, his gaze sharp and unflinching. "And her breasts," he added lowly. "Full, perfect, begging to be touched. Combine all that with that sexy little bellybutton, and tell me—how are we supposed to survive you?"
Kaylee hid her face, her voice muffled. "You're all impossible."
Kayden finally moved, his calm voice cutting through the teasing, heavier than the rest. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up. "No, Kaylee. You're impossible. You're everything we want in a girl and more. Every damn curve on you is our weakness."
Her breath caught, her heart pounding as he said it without a hint of shame.
Kadeem raised her chin, smirking.
Kadin smiled.
Kaden leaned in with a grin.
"All of her curves are ours," they finished together.
Kaylee buried her burning face in her hands, trembling against the intensity of their voices.
Kaylee wiggled free from Kayden's firm hold, pretending to resist, but her tiny body betrayed her. Before anyone could react, she darted across the lounge and planted herself on Kaden's lap, curling around him like a clingy child. Her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, locking him in place, while her arms draped around his neck and her head rested against his chest.
The brothers erupted into laughter, their teasing bouncing off the walls.
"Careful, princess," Kadeem warned, smirking. "If you wake the monster in him, nobody's stopping him from bending you over the table and—"
"—f**king you till you pass out," Kadin finished, eyes glinting wickedly.
Kaylee froze mid-hug, her face flaming. "S–stop it!" she squeaked, immediately pulling back just enough to hide her blush.
The brothers chuckled, thoroughly entertained by her sudden silence.
"Thought you liked teasing us?" Kadeem asked, grinning.
"N–no… nothing," she stuttered, trying to untangle herself from Kaden's strong hold and stand.
But Kaden only held her tighter, smiling down at her. "Don't worry, princess," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. "They're just being stupid. We know you're not ready for anything, and we won't cross the line until you are."
Kaylee blinked, her panic softening into relief, though her cheeks still glowed crimson. She hugged him tighter—not resisting this time, but still trembling from the intensity of their attention.
Kadeem's eyes glinted with mischief. "You know what would make that bellybutton of yours even more… ours?"
Kaylee peeked at him through her lashes. "I don't want to hear it."
"Too late," Kadeem grinned. "A piercing. Tiny diamond, sparkling, right there—impossible to ignore."
Kaylee squeaked, trying to tug herself free. "I–I'm not letting any of you do that!"
Kadin chuckled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Or… maybe a tattoo. Something small, hidden along your waist… or lower back. Something only we'd ever see."
Kaylee froze, her hands gripping Kaden's shirt. "You guys are insane."
Kayden's calm voice finally cut in, low and measured. "A tattoo… could work. But only one. Something delicate. A butterfly, right above your waist, where only we'd know it's there."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she squirmed in Kaden's lap. "You're crazy…" she muttered, trying to wriggle up.
Kaden's strong arms tightened around her, keeping her snug. He leaned down, lips brushing her hair, and whispered softly, "Relax, princess. We'll be stupid, sure—but we'll never cross your line until you're fully ready."
Kaylee's shyness softened into relief, though her face still burned crimson. She hugged him tighter, burying herself against him.
Kadeem smirked, glancing between them. "Oh, this is too good. Flustered, clinging… all because of a little talk about a piercing and a tattoo."
Kadin grinned, shaking his head. "Yep. Our little princess, embarrassed by her own body and our teasing. Exactly how we like her."
Kaden tightened his hold just slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face again. "Relax, Kaylee. We know your limits. Everything we do… it's only because we care."
Kayden, quietly observing, smirked almost imperceptibly as his calm gaze swept over her curves—wide hips, tiny waist, flat stomach, soft round ass, sexy bellybutton—all impossible to ignore.
"Kaden, can you pass her? Got some unfinished business," Kayden said, his voice low and deliberate, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Kaden's grin widened, fully aware of what was coming. He leaned forward and carefully passed Kaylee into Kayden's lap. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, while her arms draped over his shoulders and her head rested against his chest.
"You're supposed to stay here and stick with me," Kayden murmured, pressing her closer. "Don't forget… I made you climax—how many times?"
"Three," the other boys replied, smirking as if keeping score.
"Yeah. Thanks, fuckers. I made you cum thrice, and the highest thing is… for you to run away from me??" Kayden's voice deepened with amusement. "Oh, you'll have to pay me for my service."
"But you're wealthier than me," she stammered, cheeks flaming. "I can't pay you."
"And who's talking about wealth?" he asked, eyes glinting.
Her voice trembled. "Then… what should I do?"
Kayden's smirk widened. "I want you to return the gesture." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, and passed it to the other boys.
"Do you care for one?" Kadin asked, holding a lighter at the ready.
"No thanks, I don't smoke," she replied, glancing nervously at the flames.
"Good little thing," Kaden murmured, smiling. Kadin flicked the lighter and helped the boys light their cigarettes with practiced ease.
Kayden leaned back, taking a long drag, then slowly exhaled, sending the smoke across her face. Kaylee flinched slightly, inhaling as it brushed her skin, and instinctively reached up to fold her fingers through his thick, dark hair.
"You seem to love playing with our hair," Kadin observed, smirking.
"Yes," she admitted softly. "I love the texture… and how dark and rich it is."
The brothers shared knowing smiles, enjoying the rare intimacy. Kayden's hands returned to her ass, firm and possessive.
"So… what did you say?" he asked, voice low and teasing. "Returning the gesture?"
Kaylee froze, cheeks blazing, heart hammering. She stammered, her hands fidgeting nervously. "I… I…."
Kayden's smirk widened, catching her hesitation perfectly. "Exactly. That's what I thought."
Kaylee's body stiffened, her legs still wrapped around Kayden's waist as her hands fidgeted nervously against his chest. Her cheeks burned bright red, and she avoided his gaze, biting her lip.
"I… I don't know what to do," she stammered, her voice small.
She whispered, her voice trembling. "I… I've never…"
"Shhh," Kayden murmured, voice low and teasing, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.
Kayden leaned back slightly, keeping his hands firmly on her ass. "Good girl," he murmured. "See? Not so hard. Just… stay with me. That's all I want for now."
Kaylee exhaled shakily, her body relaxing slightly against him, though her face was still bright red. She muttered softly, almost to herself, "I… I think I like this too much…"
Kaden smirked beside them. "Of course you do, princess. You're ours, whether you admit it or not."
Kayden tightened his hold just a little, pressing her closer, but his voice softened. "And don't worry… nothing we do will go past what you're ready for. Just enjoy it."